He was always there for lunch and dinner and no one said a word about him. We liked to pretend he didn’t exist.
He was always there for most of my life – well, the part I spent at home. I guess he became a part of the family when my brother fell ill. He must have been walking past our house and realized we could use a shoulder; his shoulder.
My dad started to pull away from my mum and Mr. E saw a chance. He saw a chance to be a part of our family. We had the one thing he craved, the one thing that filled his belly; silence. But whenever drama unfolded, he would stay far away, you see he is not one for confrontation. He was smart and always knew the drama would end and we should set his dinner plate, and once again feed him with our silence.
When I got admission into secondary school, he packed his bags as I packed mine and followed me to school. He had influenced me so much that I listened to his every word. I soon started to avoid drama and confrontation.
I became a sponge that soaked in everyone’s garbage. I had high anger levels though and he made sure to stay away when I was going to explode. Most times I walked away to avoid the one thing he hated; confrontation.
One day, I changed. I don’t remember why but I changed. Someone hurt me and I ignored Mr. E’s voice and spoke with the person that hurt me. I’m not sure if the person apologized or not but I realized a burden was lifted from my chest.
Mr. E suddenly realized I didn’t need him anymore. He packed his bags and left me. I was free, I thought I wouldn’t see him again; until I got home.
Mr. E was much bigger. He had a much bigger plate and everyone seemed to be feeding him. Everyone but me.
He still sits with us for lunch and dinner but I don’t let him come near me.
I think he understands.